<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080</id><updated>2011-11-17T10:30:27.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Psicologia</title><subtitle type='html'>A todos os amigos e visitantes da página www.p-albuquerque.com.pt, que queiram participar numa troca de informação, ou simplesmente se expressarem livremente!
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Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria matar a sede com água salgada. "Miguel Torga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2419517587035070954?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com.pt' title='Sol!?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2419517587035070954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2419517587035070954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2419517587035070954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2419517587035070954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2011/08/sol.html' title='Sol!?'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOUvIoOPBAY/Tk9ZsOWM5NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-HMHlldxrk4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-4684726354964680158</id><published>2010-11-18T18:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:22:22.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="196" height="180" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e8f0064a36d32ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e8f0064a36d32ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DBDA445505DA99DD2550B9D0F2E5E6CB6F4619F.55C4359517FA8CE3EAF988A7A44553A1ECAA02A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e8f0064a36d32ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGfpnODKGaLU1V8ZJK7EeZ5PuwSk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="196" height="180" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e8f0064a36d32ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DBDA445505DA99DD2550B9D0F2E5E6CB6F4619F.55C4359517FA8CE3EAF988A7A44553A1ECAA02A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e8f0064a36d32ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGfpnODKGaLU1V8ZJK7EeZ5PuwSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                               (&lt;strong&gt;Scorpions&lt;/strong&gt; in: Stil Loving You)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não nos podemos deixar iludir pelo barulho da vida, até a musica tem os seus tempos, onde o som é tão importante como a pausa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela, a musica, tal como a vida, seria somente barulho!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao violino? São notas de lágrimas por sabermos que a singularidade existe, para uns, certamente a alegria de saber estar deste lado, para outros a desgraça de um dia poder passar para lá dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ambos a formula que nos separa dos Deuses que tudo sabem mas nada criam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540966876296167858" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/TOV4BEXWwbI/AAAAAAAAAME/EZFAmGS2a8g/s200/formula.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4684726354964680158?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com.pt' title='Parabéns'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e8f0064a36d32ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4684726354964680158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4684726354964680158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4684726354964680158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4684726354964680158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2010/11/parabens.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/TOV4BEXWwbI/AAAAAAAAAME/EZFAmGS2a8g/s72-c/formula.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-743547902182437768</id><published>2010-04-18T10:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:21:47.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting in the Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/7uTbHOoEYuI"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405200533708430418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SwMhP1dxXFI/AAAAAAAAALg/WJswxSQ5Hiw/s200/margarida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saberemos viver sem o cheiro de uma flor?&lt;br /&gt;Saberemos sentir sem o sabor de uma flor?&lt;br /&gt;Saberemos criar sem a imagem de uma flor?&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que não, mas por uma flor tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo é uma flor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3134b67b2c983aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3134b67b2c983aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D278B8DF69540C00A6A269FA9D4C3916EC807BC21.80862260C9519AB24DEEF28C505AEFBF579D8938%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3134b67b2c983aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D529yWZD8J8uMtNEDFDE6bMktXtU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3134b67b2c983aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330449390%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D278B8DF69540C00A6A269FA9D4C3916EC807BC21.80862260C9519AB24DEEF28C505AEFBF579D8938%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3134b67b2c983aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D529yWZD8J8uMtNEDFDE6bMktXtU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Scorpions" in - Dust in the Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4473607904025441958?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com.pt' title='Tudo Por Uma Flor'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e3134b67b2c983aa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4473607904025441958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4473607904025441958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4473607904025441958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4473607904025441958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2009/11/tudo-por-uma-flor.html' title='Tudo Por Uma Flor'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SwMhP1dxXFI/AAAAAAAAALg/WJswxSQ5Hiw/s72-c/margarida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-186755882610233286</id><published>2009-03-08T10:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:19:50.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejamos Honestos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SbOl5I1_7GI/AAAAAAAAALY/XQHPsfqyK2s/s1600-h/pequena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310770786645044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SbOl5I1_7GI/AAAAAAAAALY/XQHPsfqyK2s/s200/pequena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Van Gogh "Sapatos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os versos que te fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!&lt;br /&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;br /&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm dolência de veludos caros,&lt;br /&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;br /&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-186755882610233286?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com.pt' title='Sejamos Honestos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/186755882610233286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=186755882610233286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-9000263180407419483</id><published>2008-11-17T08:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:19:20.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque Existe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81746edab91b485" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4420695921338482726?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com.pt' title='Tu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4420695921338482726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4420695921338482726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4420695921338482726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4420695921338482726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/07/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SG5xpthTu1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ho31Luczcvo/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7791135624254358552</id><published>2008-05-24T14:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:50:32.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog(s) - Interessantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://belmirospinto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://belmirospinto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juandepablos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://juandepablos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anguloinversus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anguloinversus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://objectodeaprendizagem.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://objectodeaprendizagem.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogandopraaprender.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blogandopraaprender.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7791135624254358552?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7791135624254358552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7791135624254358552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7791135624254358552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7791135624254358552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-interessantes.html' title='Blog(s) - Interessantes'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-4480002188395183088</id><published>2008-05-23T17:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:14:46.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a Alma Foge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SDbtZ8wdnuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sVfgpgDr_Wg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607449535094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SDbtZ8wdnuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sVfgpgDr_Wg/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou um evadido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logo que nasci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fecharam-me em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, mas eu fugi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4480002188395183088?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Quando a Alma Foge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4480002188395183088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4480002188395183088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4480002188395183088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4480002188395183088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-alma-foge.html' title='Quando a Alma Foge'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SDbtZ8wdnuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sVfgpgDr_Wg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7033803346410507323</id><published>2008-05-18T09:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:06:34.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zélia Gattai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SC_rM93XMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bAk6Aeu_0dw/s1600-h/zelia_gattai_dr%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201634702633939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SC_rM93XMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bAk6Aeu_0dw/s200/zelia_gattai_dr%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Continuo achando graça nas coisas, gostando cada vez mais das pessoas, curiosa sobre tudo, imune ao vinagre, às amarguras, aos rancores."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Zélia Gattai; 1916 - 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com poucas palavras mas muita determinação, esta mulher soube viver, crescendo em todas as dimensões possíveis do humanismo.&lt;br /&gt;Os seus pensamentos são reveladores de uma consciência tranquila e determinada, sabedora de como se luta por um ideal, com a vitória como parceira.&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo caminho com foice própria, não se deixou enganar pela frustração, rancor e amarguras, sentimentos próprios de quem não se sente companheiro da vida e solidário com o destino. Quantos de nós será capaz de olhar o céu brilhante de uma noite estrelada e esboçar um sorriso perante tão verdadeiro espelho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7033803346410507323?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Zélia Gattai'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7033803346410507323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7033803346410507323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7033803346410507323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7033803346410507323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/05/zlia-gattai.html' title='Zélia Gattai'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/SC_rM93XMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bAk6Aeu_0dw/s72-c/zelia_gattai_dr%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7590740595811767788</id><published>2008-03-20T09:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:46:35.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Arthur C. Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R-IyatMMqeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/15iLU6VplYQ/s1600-h/hal02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179757955818236386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R-IyatMMqeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/15iLU6VplYQ/s200/hal02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur C. Clarke deixou-nos sem a sua inestimável presença, mas ficou a sua indubitável forma de encarar os desafios da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabia bem qual o nosso futuro, sempre nele encontrou certezas, direcções que de uma qualquer forma teríamos de seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Homem da psicologia e parapsicologia.&lt;br /&gt;Visionário da ficção e realidade cientifica.&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisador dos fenómenos normalizados e paranormais.&lt;br /&gt;Soube sempre onde era o seu lugar, e indicar com gentileza o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia disse “o futuro é hoje”; “mas toda a sua vida o criou a partir do ontem!&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento pertence definitivamente ao lugar de onde nunca chegou a sair por completo – À infinita escuridão ofuscantemente iluminada pelas estrelas que nos lembram as almas que não se rendem à ilusão do nosso mais profundo egoísmo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7590740595811767788?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Arthur C. 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Clarke'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R-IyatMMqeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/15iLU6VplYQ/s72-c/hal02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-5577954843224193372</id><published>2008-03-08T11:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:37:24.418Z</updated><title type='text'>4X4 da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R9J6WgXBWpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N2Ews-HEuMM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175333448864324242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R9J6WgXBWpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N2Ews-HEuMM/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O psicólogo é um todo o terreno na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-5577954843224193372?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='4X4 da Vida'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/5577954843224193372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=5577954843224193372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5577954843224193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5577954843224193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/03/4x4-da-vida.html' title='4X4 da Vida'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R9J6WgXBWpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N2Ews-HEuMM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-3857537239362088729</id><published>2008-03-05T08:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:18:17.208Z</updated><title type='text'>UHF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R85XBkddADI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bpuPc6exIS0/s1600-h/1695741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174168706373976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R85XBkddADI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bpuPc6exIS0/s200/1695741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Quem come com os olhos já enche a barriga"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: UHF, in "Rua do Carmo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-3857537239362088729?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='UHF'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/3857537239362088729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=3857537239362088729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3857537239362088729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3857537239362088729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/03/uhf.html' title='UHF'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R85XBkddADI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bpuPc6exIS0/s72-c/1695741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2951823439445718757</id><published>2008-03-03T16:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:26:35.094Z</updated><title type='text'>blogando para aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8wmPNT01OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jiM9Bs3JqjY/s1600-h/histarc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173552114654565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="83" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8wmPNT01OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jiM9Bs3JqjY/s200/histarc0.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://blogandopraaprender.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://blogandopraaprender.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pela tecnologia, ela é sempre o nosso melhor projecto para um futuro mais humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2951823439445718757?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogandopraaprender.blogspot.com/' title='blogando para aprender'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2951823439445718757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2951823439445718757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2951823439445718757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2951823439445718757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogando-para-aprender.html' title='blogando para aprender'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8wmPNT01OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jiM9Bs3JqjY/s72-c/histarc0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-9086035512446896119</id><published>2008-02-25T09:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:37:24.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero que saibas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8KMEducdvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JQfDTaGt8DQ/s1600-h/itf141064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170849330501547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8KMEducdvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JQfDTaGt8DQ/s200/itf141064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Na maioria das vezes, um pepino é somente um pepino."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Sigmund Freud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-9086035512446896119?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Quero que saibas!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/9086035512446896119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=9086035512446896119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/9086035512446896119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/9086035512446896119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/02/quero-que-saibas.html' title='Quero que saibas!'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R8KMEducdvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JQfDTaGt8DQ/s72-c/itf141064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-1004109498569586538</id><published>2008-02-15T15:44:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:56:06.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz-9ucduI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mS9ij-B3OrY/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234041780139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz-9ucduI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mS9ij-B3OrY/s200/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz59ucdtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0KyAWinK8jo/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233955880793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz59ucdtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0KyAWinK8jo/s200/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz0ducdsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WFLPG8qKypc/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233861391513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz0ducdsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WFLPG8qKypc/s200/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7WztducdrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ah2tXKKgKOI/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233741132428978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7WztducdrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ah2tXKKgKOI/s200/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wzn9ucdqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g6BQBYF3fu8/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233646643148450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wzn9ucdqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g6BQBYF3fu8/s200/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7WzgducdpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4-E7XrviG-s/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233517794129554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7WzgducdpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4-E7XrviG-s/s200/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida nos diz tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A consciência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Revela-se, sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num imenso vislumbre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dentro de Ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-1004109498569586538?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Dentro de Ti'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/1004109498569586538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=1004109498569586538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/1004109498569586538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/1004109498569586538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/02/dentro-de-ti.html' title='Dentro de Ti'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R7Wz-9ucduI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mS9ij-B3OrY/s72-c/6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-130755445636238139</id><published>2008-02-10T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:50:11.190Z</updated><title type='text'>A gula do monstro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R67jtducdoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G24V3iFPgt8/s1600-h/monstros.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165316192853587586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R67jtducdoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G24V3iFPgt8/s200/monstros.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A imagem de um soldado norte-americano exausto dentro de uma trincheira no Afeganistão, feita pelo britânico Tim Hetherington para a revista Vanity Fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São imagens que nos arranham a alma, todos devemos encontrar a verdade por detrás daquilo que ansiamos, esta imagem é para quem encontra na violência e na guerra refugio ou um método para se relacionar. Se para quase todos é impossível viver realmente o momento horrível da batalha, de uma guerra que de repente também passa a ser nossa. Então este soldado transmite o desespero não por ter de enfrentar a morte, mas por saber que pode ter de largar a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-130755445636238139?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='A gula do monstro'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/130755445636238139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=130755445636238139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/130755445636238139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/130755445636238139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/02/imagem-de-um-soldado-norte-americano.html' title='A gula do monstro'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R67jtducdoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G24V3iFPgt8/s72-c/monstros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-4534804077277221567</id><published>2008-01-28T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:57:32.724Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida num sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R52KT-QopRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lu5rPjlkZbI/s1600-h/image0011211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160432823771374866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R52KT-QopRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lu5rPjlkZbI/s200/image0011211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem toda a vida está envolta em rasgados e entregues sorrisos, pois são pessoas que não sendo exigentes com a vida, são-no com a sua maneira de viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4534804077277221567?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Vida num sorriso'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4534804077277221567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4534804077277221567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4534804077277221567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4534804077277221567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida-num-sorriso.html' title='Vida num sorriso'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R52KT-QopRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Lu5rPjlkZbI/s72-c/image0011211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2674399868836234821</id><published>2007-12-24T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:52:55.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R2-PSb07tNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_LSZdfr9eI/s1600-h/friedrich5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147490445977957586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R2-PSb07tNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_LSZdfr9eI/s400/friedrich5%5B1%5D.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo o filme é um desejo, todo o desejo é uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos não são só feitos de imagens, mas também de palavras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Algumas coisas são verdadeiras, acreditando nelas ou não. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Cidade dos Anjos"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Não existe triunfo sem perda, não há vitória sem sofrimento, não há liberdade sem sacrifício." &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Senhor dos Anéis - O Retorno do Rei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by: p-albu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2674399868836234821?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Feliz Natal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2674399868836234821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2674399868836234821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2674399868836234821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2674399868836234821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R2-PSb07tNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_LSZdfr9eI/s72-c/friedrich5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-5856060251669706059</id><published>2007-12-22T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:34:11.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Resistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R21KGr07tMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xukaYyI_--E/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146851427858756802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R21KGr07tMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xukaYyI_--E/s400/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://ofunil.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Dali-1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://ofunil.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/776262.html&amp;amp;h=296&amp;amp;w=349&amp;amp;sz=17&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;tbnid=Zdcj-5j7q1J0hM:&amp;amp;tbnh=102&amp;amp;tbnw=120&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddali%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Dpt-PT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A tudo o que resistes, persiste."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Karl Gustav Jung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Persistir é viver, resistir é reviver.&lt;br /&gt;Viver não é mais do que persistir para depois resistir.&lt;br /&gt;Resistir à invasão da morte, da perda, da solidão do ego!&lt;br /&gt;Persistir, não é lutar, é encontrar a paz que a evita!Para assim conseguires por mais alguns momentos, reviver, Pois claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-5856060251669706059?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Resistir'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/5856060251669706059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=5856060251669706059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5856060251669706059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5856060251669706059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/12/resistir.html' title='Resistir'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R21KGr07tMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xukaYyI_--E/s72-c/images%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-5160332294643049283</id><published>2007-12-04T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:59:02.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Ridículo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R1UV4RKmwNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wYvaJSZs8zA/s1600-h/250px-Madonnact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140038606138032338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R1UV4RKmwNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wYvaJSZs8zA/s400/250px-Madonnact.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Madonna foi advertida pelas associações de defesa dos animas por ter pintado ovelhas de varias cores.&lt;br /&gt;Embora o tenha feito com tintas inócuas para o ambiente e claro, também para os animais, outros poderão seguir o seu exemplo mas sem os cuidados necessários.&lt;br /&gt;Parece algo ridículo?&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é!&lt;br /&gt;Madonna como todos nós, (redimensionados claro), somos exemplos para alguém, esses copiam actos mas não consciências.&lt;br /&gt;Para que isso aconteça, não podemos só copiar!&lt;br /&gt;Temos de o fazer por nós, recriando-nos em cada acto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-5160332294643049283?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Ridículo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/5160332294643049283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=5160332294643049283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5160332294643049283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5160332294643049283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/12/ridculo.html' title='Ridículo'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/R1UV4RKmwNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wYvaJSZs8zA/s72-c/250px-Madonnact.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7227069622138652440</id><published>2007-10-21T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:43:43.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav Klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RxuBWTJ1SoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/grm4b1uk8gQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123831221162691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RxuBWTJ1SoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/grm4b1uk8gQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gustav Klimt "&lt;strong&gt;Morte e Vida&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida e a morte, sempre de mão dada e incompreensivelmente eficazes.&lt;br /&gt;Somente a memória da arte as consegue interromper, mas só por breves momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos do vislumbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7227069622138652440?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Gustav Klimt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7227069622138652440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7227069622138652440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7227069622138652440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7227069622138652440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/10/gustav-klimt_21.html' title='Gustav Klimt'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RxuBWTJ1SoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/grm4b1uk8gQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-1791725313969685064</id><published>2007-10-16T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:30:23.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grupo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Reunir-se é um começo, permanecer juntos é um progresso, e trabalhar juntos é sucesso!“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Ford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando falamos de sucesso, temos necessariamente de elaborar todo o processo criativo e logístico que lhe proporcionou existência.&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho reflectido na maça critica do grupo é sem duvida o bom início do sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Crescer sozinho é uma luta solitária contra os nossos receios, o empenho de todos num objectivo comum, é o único caminho possível para o sucesso sustentado e fidedigno.&lt;br /&gt;Concepcionalmente não podemos separar a palavra do acto, ambas devem estar impregnadas de começo, progresso e sucesso, que só será possível quando podermos partilhar com outros, o deles! E o nosso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntam-se e tenham muito sucesso! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: P-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-1791725313969685064?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/1791725313969685064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=1791725313969685064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/1791725313969685064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/1791725313969685064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/10/grupo.html' title='Grupo'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7202986448924688532</id><published>2007-09-16T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:06:28.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RuzHswue_cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGv61E6q4k0/s1600-h/dalaib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110679248966712770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RuzHswue_cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGv61E6q4k0/s400/dalaib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma árvore em flôr fica despida no outono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A beleza transforma-se em feiúra, a juventude em velhice e o erro em virtude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada fica sempre igual e nada existe realmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Portanto, as aparências e o vazio existem simultaneamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Os homens... Perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde. Ao pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem o presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro. E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Tenzin Gyatso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7202986448924688532?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7202986448924688532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7202986448924688532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7202986448924688532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7202986448924688532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/09/dalai-lama.html' title='Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RuzHswue_cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGv61E6q4k0/s72-c/dalaib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-4621949520455968186</id><published>2007-08-17T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:27:35.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel Torga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RsXGVkHHozI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdFvykKI8Wg/s1600-h/torga.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700226840044338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RsXGVkHHozI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdFvykKI8Wg/s400/torga.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Adolfo Correia da Rocha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem esperança nos letrados, (...) junto dos analfabetos encontro ainda o riso, a indignação, o espanto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre escrevi que sou intransigente, duro, capaz de uma lógica que toca a desumanidade. (...) Nem sempre admiti que estava irritado com este camarada e aquele amigo. (...) A desgraça é que não me deixam estar só, pensar só, sentir só. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nascemos sós, vivemos sós e morremos sós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o fruto humilhante da falência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem um azedo gosto que me excita (...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junquem de flores o chão do velho mundo: Vem o futuro aí!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By: Miguel Torga, in "O cântico do Homem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Homem, patriota, peregrino de um mundo em mudança que ele sente mais que ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo parte dela sabe como ser responsável partilhando-a.&lt;br /&gt;Demonstra que o seu trago amargo se torna na doçura do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trás com ele a magia de escrever a realidade de um momento que só acaba na palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4621949520455968186?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.p-albuquerque.com' title='Miguel Torga'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/4621949520455968186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=4621949520455968186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4621949520455968186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/4621949520455968186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/08/miguel-torga.html' title='Miguel Torga'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RsXGVkHHozI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GdFvykKI8Wg/s72-c/torga.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-3049931307923408765</id><published>2007-08-11T05:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T05:46:11.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeleine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero ser mais um a aproveitar-me da desgraça alheia, nem sequer dar opinião sobre assuntos que não domino.&lt;br /&gt;Mas desde o primeiro momento que tenho esta menina no coração, pois o seu sofrimento leva-nos para além desta realidade vivida ao momento, baseada no boato, na mentira e na hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine chama-nos a atenção para toda a dimensão existencial de qualquer criança, e elas são mais de 130 milhões a cada ano.&lt;br /&gt;Como pais e cuidadores ajudam e fomentam o crescimento e aprendizagens?&lt;br /&gt;Como o estado as acolhe e cuida desde o seu nascimento, passando pelas instituições fiáveis tais como hospitais, maternidades, escolas, bem como apoios sociais?&lt;br /&gt;Tribunais, policia e respectivos meios, como podem proteger e desvendar casos dos mais variados e possíveis crimes cometidos a crianças diariamente?&lt;br /&gt;Que meios de comunicação social temos? Prontos a noticiar com rigor e sem especulação, sem esquecer a protecção da vítima, e claro sem deixarem de cumprir com a sua nobre função de informar e alertar.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de Madeleine nada deve ficar igual, todos temos que repensar a nossa função e maneira de actuar perante as crianças e o seu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Seja na praia da luz ou em qualquer parte do mundo onde haja uma criança que não possa sorrir porque sofre!&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de crianças vão continuar a partilhar um mundo onde adultos não estão preparados para as receber, aceitar e cuidar!&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos algo a fazer, mesmo tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-3049931307923408765?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.findmadeleine.com/' title='Madeleine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/3049931307923408765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=3049931307923408765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3049931307923408765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3049931307923408765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/08/madeleine.html' title='Madeleine'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2720653573036042412</id><published>2007-07-25T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T03:07:44.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Especialização em Psicologia na Educação e na Formação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rqav9blRN-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VEQM_VQ9eGI/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090949898699880418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rqav9blRN-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VEQM_VQ9eGI/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rqau0rlRN9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Pbj9AH4_fY/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090948648864397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rqau0rlRN9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Pbj9AH4_fY/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2720653573036042412?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dialogicos.pt/' title='Especialização em Psicologia na Educação e na Formação'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2720653573036042412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2720653573036042412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2720653573036042412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2720653573036042412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/07/especializao-em-psicologia-na-educao-e.html' title='Especialização em Psicologia na Educação e na Formação'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rqav9blRN-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/VEQM_VQ9eGI/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-803778226093901680</id><published>2007-07-18T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:39:00.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideia " Provinciana"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rp3QJ7EBtxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jP0t5-VjFyc/s1600-h/250px-Josesaramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088452022890510098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rp3QJ7EBtxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jP0t5-VjFyc/s320/250px-Josesaramago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em entrevista ao Jornal "Diário de Notícias", em 15 de Julho de 2007 Saramago diz que Portugal deveria ser província de Espanha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sr. Saramago, sem a mínima dúvida que o seu trabalho vai ficar para a história da humanidade tornando-a indubitavelmente mais rica e compreendida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como enorme celebridade que o é, também cai no erro comum de dizer publicamente os maiores disparates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aproveito a oportunidade para lhe dizer que adoro ler as suas fantásticas obras em &lt;strong&gt;Português&lt;/strong&gt;, dão-lhe uma direcção única!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-803778226093901680?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/803778226093901680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=803778226093901680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/803778226093901680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/803778226093901680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/07/ideia-provinciana.html' title='Ideia &quot; Provinciana&quot;'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rp3QJ7EBtxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jP0t5-VjFyc/s72-c/250px-Josesaramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2185229011248878993</id><published>2007-07-17T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:13:27.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te deixes "comer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rpx5LbEBtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/cvboWBrIErg/s1600-h/pac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088074916171986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rpx5LbEBtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/cvboWBrIErg/s320/pac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Irão criou e está a promover junto das suas crianças um vídeo jogo que incentiva à luta contra os inimigos externos do país sendo ao mesmo tempo um apelo ao mártir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até aqui nada de novo no mundo dos tolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade o Irão exacerba e dá continuidade de forma explícita à manipulação que o restante mundo ainda teima em fingir que não acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante anos bem debaixo dos nossos olhos, em todo o mundo, vídeo jogos promovem o racismo, a xenofobia, a violência e a descriminação sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, adolescentes e muitos adultos brincam com estes temas imaginando-se heróis de um mundo onde na realidade se sentem vítimas indefesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem heróis nem vítimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser herói é julgar ter o poder de resolver as causas de outros, sacrificando-se no seu molho narcísico.&lt;br /&gt;Ser vítima é anular por completo o seu poder de resposta, julgando-o fútil e inerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moldando cidadãos nestes dois extremos, e para tal basta continuar-mos com este sorrisinho hipócrita, não precisaremos de recear o armamento nuclear, teremos mentes muito mais mortíferas dispostas a serem as vencedoras num teatro de total destruição e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente a natureza cria as suas próprias respostas, e uma delas já conhecemos faz muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;É a capacidade dos jovens em desbravar novos caminhos, teimando em romper com um passado gasto em soluções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro encontra-se nesta capacidade de criar, e para tal não precisamos de direcção, somente de imaginação que romperá muito para além do último nível virtual, onde a paz da realidade nos envolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2185229011248878993?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2185229011248878993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2185229011248878993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2185229011248878993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2185229011248878993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-iro-criou-e-est-promover-junto-das.html' title='Não te deixes &quot;comer&quot;'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rpx5LbEBtwI/AAAAAAAAADw/cvboWBrIErg/s72-c/pac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2587140290605115564</id><published>2007-07-08T03:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:30:33.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagitário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RpBLm1Byq8I/AAAAAAAAADo/tf2Ni9xuCgg/s1600-h/240px-Sagittarius_constellation_map.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084647109742996418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RpBLm1Byq8I/AAAAAAAAADo/tf2Ni9xuCgg/s320/240px-Sagittarius_constellation_map.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não acredito em astrologia, sou sagitariano e portanto céptico"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Arthur C. Clarke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2587140290605115564?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2587140290605115564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2587140290605115564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2587140290605115564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2587140290605115564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/07/sagitrio.html' title='Sagitário'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RpBLm1Byq8I/AAAAAAAAADo/tf2Ni9xuCgg/s72-c/240px-Sagittarius_constellation_map.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-3745833105287160391</id><published>2007-06-08T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:53:47.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmiZ96E7KcI/AAAAAAAAADg/6BiQGn_nMOA/s1600-h/300px-Pierre-C%25C3%25A9cile_Puvis_de_Chavannes_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073474269073844674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmiZ96E7KcI/AAAAAAAAADg/6BiQGn_nMOA/s320/300px-Pierre-C%25C3%25A9cile_Puvis_de_Chavannes_003.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pierre-Cécile Puvis de Chavannes"&lt;/strong&gt; in: O Sonho, 1883&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Os sonhos são uma pintura muda, em que a imaginação a portas fechadas, e às escuras, retrata a vida e a alma de cada um, com as cores das suas acções, dos seus propósitos e dos seus desejos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Padre Vieira, &lt;em&gt;no Sermão de São Francisco Xavier Dormindo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-3745833105287160391?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/3745833105287160391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=3745833105287160391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3745833105287160391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3745833105287160391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/06/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmiZ96E7KcI/AAAAAAAAADg/6BiQGn_nMOA/s72-c/300px-Pierre-C%25C3%25A9cile_Puvis_de_Chavannes_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7370310866406711196</id><published>2007-06-06T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:28:17.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo num olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmZhvqE7KbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kkWvwQ5z_cU/s1600-h/mulher-gato-poster04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072849501656132018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmZhvqE7KbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kkWvwQ5z_cU/s320/mulher-gato-poster04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUDIoN-_Hxs" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUDIoN-_Hxs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7370310866406711196?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7370310866406711196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7370310866406711196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7370310866406711196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7370310866406711196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/06/tudo-num-olhar.html' title='Tudo num olhar'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RmZhvqE7KbI/AAAAAAAAADY/kkWvwQ5z_cU/s72-c/mulher-gato-poster04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-7876368898285773107</id><published>2007-05-07T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:39:10.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rj8OQYr86fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q8rWPui7I50/s1600-h/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061780180855220722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rj8OQYr86fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q8rWPui7I50/s320/dali.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Salvador Dali "&lt;strong&gt;Jirafa Ardiendo&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim, mesmo no fim dos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para a enorme história do tempo, só ficará o breve relato da criação humana. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;A humanidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpions "Humanity"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8SqDjg-4Uo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8SqDjg-4Uo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-7876368898285773107?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/7876368898285773107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=7876368898285773107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7876368898285773107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/7876368898285773107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/05/humanidade.html' title='Humanidade'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rj8OQYr86fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q8rWPui7I50/s72-c/dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2958829185202265518</id><published>2007-05-03T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:21:40.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meios para um fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RjpD64r86eI/AAAAAAAAADI/_jmZw-x_XzE/s1600-h/DSC00076.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060431810232379874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RjpD64r86eI/AAAAAAAAADI/_jmZw-x_XzE/s320/DSC00076.gif" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cuida dos meios. O fim cuidará de si mesmo" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Mahta Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2958829185202265518?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2958829185202265518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2958829185202265518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2958829185202265518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2958829185202265518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/05/meios-para-um-fim.html' title='Meios para um fim'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RjpD64r86eI/AAAAAAAAADI/_jmZw-x_XzE/s72-c/DSC00076.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-9082550583476513522</id><published>2007-03-04T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:16:32.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Teatro de Marionetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/ReqqB6Rxi6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GgP_0Vtx2mo/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038026082967718818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/ReqqB6Rxi6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GgP_0Vtx2mo/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peça teatral em marionetas de um conto de Fadas” A bela adormecida”, realizado pelos formandos no último dia (03/03/2007) da acção do Workshop “A importância dos contos de fadas”, organizado pela Oficina Didáctica no Jardim botânico da Universidade de Lisboa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-9082550583476513522?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/9082550583476513522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=9082550583476513522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/9082550583476513522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/9082550583476513522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/03/teatro-de-marionetas.html' title='Teatro de Marionetas'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/ReqqB6Rxi6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GgP_0Vtx2mo/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-3669283485351047393</id><published>2007-02-23T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:59:58.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Alegria da criação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rd6qSe739TI/AAAAAAAAACo/DSs240Xp5BY/s1600-h/zeca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034648667965355314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rd6qSe739TI/AAAAAAAAACo/DSs240Xp5BY/s320/zeca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plantei a semente da palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antes da cheia matar o meu gado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensinei ao meu filho a lavra e a colheita num terreno ao lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A palavra rompeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cresceu como a baleia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No silêncio da noite à lua cheia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vi mudar estações soprar a ventania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brilhar de novo o sol sobre a baía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fui um bom engenheiro um bom castor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amei a minha amada com amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nada me arrependo só a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me ensinou a cantar esta cantiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feiticeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe de todos nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flor da espiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maldita para tiranos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amorosa te louvamos tens mais de um milhão de anos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rapariga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o lume nos aquece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No grande frio de Inverno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vem até nós uma prece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que assim de longe parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma cantiga Magistrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossa natural &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vitoriosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curandeira dos aflitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amante de mil maridos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há mais de um milhão de idos tormentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a fera encarcerada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dentro de nós suplanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quebra a gaiola sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voa voa endiabrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma andorinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Letra e música José Afonso "Alegria da criação" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivemos na sombra da história de outros, como tal esquecemos que a nossa também é rica em polícias secretas, homicídios por encomenda, ditaduras, colonialismos, guerras longas, injustas e sangrentas, censura, prisões sem julgamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, na nossa história existem homens como José Afonso, que com coragem, firmeza, patriotismo e uma profunda paixão pelo seu semelhante, lutaram por um futuro onde a liberdade acompanhará a responsabilidade, e ambas serão base para uma sociedade que saiba viver dos seus actos, da sua história, do seu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Deixemos os outros como referência, sejamos nós mesmos, assuma-mos esse orgulho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-3669283485351047393?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/3669283485351047393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=3669283485351047393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3669283485351047393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3669283485351047393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/02/alegria-da-criao.html' title='Alegria da criação'/><author><name>Paulo 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RdgOKDm9YyI/AAAAAAAAACc/e-VuBOCzPzU/s320/cavalo5.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelo fotógrafo "&lt;strong&gt;Felix Richter&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se ouço barulho de cascos, penso em cavalos, não em zebras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Carl Sagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-6672567624476608782?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/6672567624476608782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-8166614707210860781</id><published>2007-02-10T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:46:27.508Z</updated><title type='text'>A Importância dos Contos de Fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4lWTm9YxI/AAAAAAAAACA/dXljbwxtl_U/s1600-h/casamento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029998898970452754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4lWTm9YxI/AAAAAAAAACA/dXljbwxtl_U/s320/casamento.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4k4Dm9YwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PZbOQbcNmrE/s1600-h/encruzilhada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029998379279409922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 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center" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4j4Dm9YuI/AAAAAAAAABo/maPwGUTKdrg/s320/nascimento.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nascimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4jbTm9YtI/AAAAAAAAABg/QJhA6S2d274/s1600-h/anunciaÃ§Ã£o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996785846543058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/Rc4jbTm9YtI/AAAAAAAAABg/QJhA6S2d274/s320/anuncia%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anunciação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aguarelas realizado por:&lt;/strong&gt; Adelaide Alves; Alexandra Escudeiro; Armando Albuquerque; Luís Pinheiro; Vítor Fernandes. &lt;strong&gt;Em mais um extraordinário Workshops organizado pela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oficinadidactica.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.oficinadidactica.pt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema representa o conto “A bela Adormecida”, nas suas 5 sequências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ouve um conto, acrescenta um ponto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-8166614707210860781?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/8166614707210860781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=8166614707210860781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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da metade que ignoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Descartes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-722484375345640989?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/722484375345640989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=722484375345640989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/722484375345640989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RcoTit9EW5I/AAAAAAAAABI/ViDVZa5Qu7I/s320/namorados.bmp" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que interessa, a vida, a morte, as palavras…&lt;br /&gt;Se simplesmente com amor, podes dar o abraço infinito, e nele um olhar carregado de carinho!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal amar é possível, simplesmente com amor!&lt;br /&gt;Depois, quando se julga que é o fim…&lt;br /&gt;Eis que perdura o amor, o carinho, a companhia, a serenidade de viver e estar morto nos braços de quem nos abraça.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando existe amor, não existe mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4107965940979902371?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;: p-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-4556025660518136722?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RcKtFt9EW4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eYr3YnHUj20/s72-c/pequena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-1996805282646721013</id><published>2007-01-19T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:11:56.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Juízo final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RbAL13FvkcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ttuPxznmg_A/s1600-h/862007011714375815steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021526604467114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RbAL13FvkcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ttuPxznmg_A/s320/862007011714375815steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Faltam 5 minutos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É aqui que se vê a fragilidade da vida, mas também a força do homem.&lt;br /&gt;O relógio lembra-nos que existimos “HOJE”&lt;br /&gt;E como isso é importante!&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;De que lado estás do ponteiro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-1996805282646721013?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=3997608174380607255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3997608174380607255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/3997608174380607255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2007/01/problemas.html' title='Problemas!'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-3039973943134372319</id><published>2006-12-31T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:42:11.575Z</updated><title type='text'>Prazer de morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZgr8OWgsLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0yTbEV6k3lc/s1600-h/d105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014806498721706162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZgr8OWgsLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0yTbEV6k3lc/s320/d105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"El Cristo de San Juan de la Cruz"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viver é dada vez mais supérfluo, estar vivo e lutar pela sua emergência desfrutando de todas as potencialidades deste mágico planeta azul passou decididamente a ser ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem as mais radicais religiões, nem os mais sinceros políticos conseguem inverter esta alucinante corrida que faz da morte o nosso maior prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Esta com todo o seu poder destruidor já não incomoda, nem desperta o prazer que muitos procuram.&lt;br /&gt;Agora somos obrigados a vê-la ser acompanhada com desdém, vingança e crueldade.&lt;br /&gt;Já não respeitávamos a vida, agora também não respeitamos a morte, nem a humildade de um homem perante ambas.&lt;/div&gt;Brindemos à verdade, esta não segue a lógica do prazer nem da agonia, é o aço frio de um machado nas mas do carrasco chamado tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-3039973943134372319?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/3039973943134372319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-5348128633844847217</id><published>2006-12-30T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:09:34.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Mal tratar e matar Crianças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZaao-WgsKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ZPOyDSJROo/s1600-h/PICASSO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014365263846486178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZaao-WgsKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ZPOyDSJROo/s320/PICASSO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pablo Picasso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crianças que consequentemente caem das escadas, mal alimentadas, violadas, queimadas até à morte, abanadas e pontapeadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moribundas são depois despejadas em rios e lixeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas rotuladas de pais, avós, familiares e restantes cuidadores, encaram as suas vítimas bem como os seus actos com surpresa na cara, inocência no olhar e hipocrisia nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Instituições escolares, governamentais, legisladoras e órgãos de soberania, escondem a sua ineficiência na intervenção.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto num pais que deseja a primeira linha da Europa, que luta pela liberdade e democracia de outros.&lt;br /&gt;Que futuro? Espera os que contra tudo isto lutam.&lt;br /&gt;Que fim? Para os que contudo isto sofrem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-5348128633844847217?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/5348128633844847217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=5348128633844847217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5348128633844847217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/5348128633844847217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/mal-tratar-e-matar-crianas.html' title='Mal tratar e matar Crianças'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZaao-WgsKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ZPOyDSJROo/s72-c/PICASSO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-2005916420075619983</id><published>2006-12-30T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:31:51.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu ou Eu, que existe para além disso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZY_OOWgsJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_FPr2hWYA8/s1600-h/muhammad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014264748726857874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZY_OOWgsJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_FPr2hWYA8/s320/muhammad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Flip Schulke"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quando me pergunto quem sou eu, sou o que pergunta ou o que não sabe a resposta?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Geraldo Eustáquio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-2005916420075619983?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/2005916420075619983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=2005916420075619983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2005916420075619983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/2005916420075619983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-ou-eu-que-existe-para-alm-disso.html' title='Eu ou Eu, que existe para além disso?'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOLoV7Yr9d4/RZY_OOWgsJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_FPr2hWYA8/s72-c/muhammad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116678174728752429</id><published>2006-12-22T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:10:16.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Reinventa-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/1600/928594/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/320/173842/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordação do futuro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Asha Menghrajani"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Lament&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice was mine, and mine completely&lt;br /&gt;I could have any prize that I desired&lt;br /&gt;I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire&lt;br /&gt;Or else, or else I could choose time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I was very young then&lt;br /&gt;And a year was forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?&lt;br /&gt;I saw the lights, and I was on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I lived, how they shone&lt;br /&gt;But how soon the lights were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice was yours and noone else's&lt;br /&gt;You can cry for a body in despair&lt;br /&gt;Hang your head because she is no longer there&lt;br /&gt;To shine, to dazzle, or betray&lt;br /&gt;How she lived, how she shone&lt;br /&gt;But how soon the lights were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, hair, face, image&lt;br /&gt;All must be preserved&lt;br /&gt;Still life displayed forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wO3yp8hzj94"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wO3yp8hzj94&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Madonna in "Lament"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116678174728752429?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116678174728752429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116678174728752429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116678174728752429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116678174728752429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/reinventa-te.html' title='Reinventa-te'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116591591984442747</id><published>2006-12-12T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:32:18.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Nobel e Muhammad Yunus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/1600/173507/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/320/931568/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Moment of First Explosion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa incondicional tentação de também imaginar o destino leva-nos a desacreditar na fantástica capacidade humana para o imprevisto.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Nobel e Muhammad Yunus, cada um na sua época e à sua maneira estenderam o tapete vermelho a quem teima em explorar esse imprevisto.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro soube que a obra de um homem só é valida quando conhecida, o segundo mostrou como cada indivíduo é importantíssimo para a sociedade, basta que esta lhe proporcione a dignidade que lhe é devida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116591591984442747?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116591591984442747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116591591984442747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116591591984442747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116591591984442747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/nobel-e-muhammad-yunus.html' title='Nobel e Muhammad Yunus'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116561375822758354</id><published>2006-12-08T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:23:01.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Força</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/1600/684545/souza_cardoso-pintura-1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/320/723627/souza_cardoso-pintura-1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pintura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A força está no criar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116561375822758354?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116561375822758354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116561375822758354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116561375822758354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116561375822758354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/fora.html' title='Força'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116515846279257153</id><published>2006-12-03T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:08:31.350Z</updated><title type='text'>António Damásio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/1600/405562/5024_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/320/209108/5024_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ichi En So, por "Shingai Tanaka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O número de pessoas em Portugal que se dedica à matéria científica é mais pequena que a pequenez do pais deveria permitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: António Damásio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116515846279257153?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116515846279257153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116515846279257153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116515846279257153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116515846279257153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/12/antnio-damsio.html' title='António Damásio'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116448536656961557</id><published>2006-11-25T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:13:18.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/1600/711337/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/432/943/320/78467/dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"O mel é mais doce que o sangue" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stairway To Heaven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mNjd-hnxbs"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mNjd-hnxbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116448536656961557?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116448536656961557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116448536656961557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116448536656961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116448536656961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentidos.html' title='Sentidos'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116389340383290682</id><published>2006-11-18T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:44:38.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Ed Bradley morreu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/1600/LUA15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/320/LUA15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem que cresceu até morrer, que construiu um estilo de vida, próprio mas carregado de partilha.&lt;br /&gt;Redesenhou e moldou o paradigma do jornalismo, qualquer momento para ele estava sempre envolvido num projecto, a finalidade estava definida o empenho era inquestionável.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada trabalho explorava a realidade procurando a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;A sua memória tem necessariamente de trazer inquietude para o futuro, pois só assim conseguiremos a paz nas palavras e firmeza no olhar bem no meio da guerra, da mentira, da hipocrisia e do sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116389340383290682?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116389340383290682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116389340383290682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116389340383290682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116389340383290682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/ed-bradley-morreu.html' title='Ed Bradley morreu!'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116369290070172631</id><published>2006-11-16T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:16:01.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Doce Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/1600/Sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/200/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: "The Kiss" por Gustav Klimt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;No one's really sure who's letting go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Then darling don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walking&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPYkn82nz18"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPYkn82nz18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By: Guns'n'Roses, in "November Rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116369290070172631?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116369290070172631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116369290070172631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116369290070172631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116369290070172631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/doce-novembro.html' title='Doce Novembro'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116367064815903225</id><published>2006-11-16T09:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:58:09.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/1600/36106.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/200/36106.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"California Coast" de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;William G. Hartshorn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Saramago!&lt;br /&gt;Pelos 84 anos e também por ser o único português que não tenta transformar a escuridão em luz.&lt;br /&gt;Saramago tem consciência da escuridão residente na alma, e ao escreve-la revela partes que pouco a pouco iluminam a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albu &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116367064815903225?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116367064815903225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116367064815903225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116367064815903225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116367064815903225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/parabns-saramago.html' title='Parabéns Saramago'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116293983087095877</id><published>2006-11-07T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:50:46.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Condenado à morte</title><content type='html'>Matar é negar o longo, penoso mas gratificante caminho da humanidade, é destruir o sacrifício de antepassados e comprometer o futuro das gerações vindouras. Assim terão de lutar com mais força e determinação durante mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia conseguirão compreender e nos libertar de tal impulso que alimenta necessidades obscuras, vontades hipócritas e desculpas nojentas de espíritos demasiado egoístas para perceberem que não se encontram sozinhos, nem na vida nem na morte!&lt;br /&gt;Mas condenar à morte é alimentar o inferno com almas, usando para tal o nome de Deus, é alimentar o injustificável com a reles justificação da punição.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal matar, ou punir com a morte a matança, é simplesmente um jogo de poder e não da razão.&lt;br /&gt;A morte, tenha ela qualquer dos sentidos por nós justificados, será sempre a extrema limitação do déspota do injusto e do tirano! Negará sempre ao condenado a possibilidade de se exprimir exercendo humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida, ao contrário da morte é heterogenia, única, pessoal e intransmissível, nem sempre temos oportunidade, sabedoria ou capacidades para fazermos dela fonte de progresso. Mas pagarmos com a morte esta incapacidade é não reconhecer que vivemos uma vida e não pedaços dela.&lt;br /&gt;Viver é assumir o passado comprometendo-nos com o futuro, mas também é o confronto diário com o desejo mal exercido e gozo ludibriado.&lt;br /&gt;Exigir o cumprimento do compromisso chamado vida, será hoje e sempre o único caminho da justiça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116293983087095877?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116293983087095877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116293983087095877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116293983087095877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116293983087095877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/condenado-morte.html' title='Condenado à morte'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116262666197184208</id><published>2006-11-04T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T07:51:08.506Z</updated><title type='text'>3 Tipos de pessoas</title><content type='html'>Existem 3 tipos de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As que deixam acontecer&lt;br /&gt;As que fazem acontecer&lt;br /&gt;As que perguntam, o que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Provérbio Escocês&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116262666197184208?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116262666197184208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116262666197184208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116262666197184208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116262666197184208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-tipos-de-pessoas.html' title='3 Tipos de pessoas'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116210980048314082</id><published>2006-10-29T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:05:45.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo que escrevo pode ler-se no escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/1600/E496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/432/943/200/E496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem: "Weiches Hart" por Wassily Kandinsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ontem não te vi em Babilónia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como a noite passa a dia, palavras escritas em pedaços soltos de argila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leitor perfeito é aquele que lê o seu livro não o meu, que encontra as suas palavras não as minhas (Lobo Antunes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro perfeito é aquele que não dorme! (Lobo Antunes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobo Antunes, tem a inteligência, sabedoria e a coragem para utilizar as palavras como ferramentas de monólogos unidireccionais.&lt;br /&gt;Pois só assim se tem acesso à verdade, nunca existirá verdade num diálogo, nunca existirá verdade para além da minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo são as minhas palavras, é o único mundo onde posso existir, em verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: p-albu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116210980048314082?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116210980048314082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116210980048314082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116210980048314082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116210980048314082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/10/aquilo-que-escrevo-pode-ler-se-no.html' title='Aquilo que escrevo pode ler-se no escuro'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116167585198523517</id><published>2006-10-24T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:44:44.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomes para o pecado</title><content type='html'>Tarde de chuva, a península inteira a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Entro numa igreja fria com um círio cintilante&lt;br /&gt;Sentada, imóvel, fumando em frente ao altar&lt;br /&gt;Silhueta, esboço, a esfinge de um anjo fumegante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um profano desejo a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a língua morta e o latim vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Os santos do altar devem tentar compreender&lt;br /&gt;O que ela faz aqui fumando&lt;br /&gt;Estará a meditar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelho-me, benzo-me, arrependo-me, esconjuro-a&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água fria&lt;br /&gt;Por ela assalto a caixa de esmolas&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Com ela eu desço ao inferno de Dante&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Por parecer latina suponho que o nome dela&lt;br /&gt;É Maria&lt;br /&gt;É casta, eu sei, se é virgem ou não depende&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: GNR in "Vídeo Maria"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116167585198523517?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116167585198523517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116167585198523517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116167585198523517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116167585198523517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/10/nomes-para-o-pecado.html' title='Nomes para o pecado'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116080928474805427</id><published>2006-10-14T07:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T08:01:36.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar Limites é Importante</title><content type='html'>É fundamental acreditar que dar limites aos filhos é iniciar o processo de compreensão e apreensão do outro. Algumas regras são básicas para colocar a casa em ordem e a vida em paz...&lt;br /&gt;Vou explicar com clareza e objetividade como ser pais modernos, sem perder a autoridade, sem deixar que os filhos cresçam sem limites e capacidade para compreender e perceber o outro.. Habilidades básicas e essenciais para quem deseja criar cidadãos humanos e saudáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode respeitar seus semelhantes se não aprender quais são seus limites e isso inclui compreender que nem sempre se poder fazer “tudo que se deseja na vida”. Essa diferença pode ser sutil, mas é fundamental. Entre satisfazer seu próprio desejo e pensar no direito do outro, muitos tendem a preferir satisfazer o próprio desejo, ainda que, por vezes, prejudique alguém.&lt;br /&gt;E, nós, os pais, queremos muito ver nosso filhos crescendo felizes não é? Então temos de ajuda-los nisso. Porque ninguém , ao vir ao mundo, sabe o que é certo e o que é errado. O ser humano, ao nascer, não tem ainda uma ética definida. E somos nós, especialmente nós , os pais, que temos esta tarefa fundamental e espetacular de ensinar à nova geração esses conceitos tão importantes que conferem ao homem sua humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Irene Betiato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116080928474805427?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116080928474805427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116080928474805427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116080928474805427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116080928474805427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/10/dar-limites-importante.html' title='Dar Limites é Importante'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116051629353974212</id><published>2006-10-10T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:46:52.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida emergente</title><content type='html'>O fim da vida será sempre a sua eterna questão.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos uma vida sagrada, onde os teóricos da mente postulam que o suicídio é o único e derradeiro acto livre.&lt;br /&gt;Eutanásia, aborto, questões demasiadamente importantes para serem colocadas unilateralmente, ou simplesmente aplicar um caso como exemplo para todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade tal como a vida, são conquistas sagradas da sociedade humana a mesma que se desenvolve com o objectivo primordial de proteger os seus elementos.&lt;br /&gt;A questão que se deve colocar é se esta sociedade se está a desumanizar, corrompida nos seus objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente que alguém que só tenha a experiência do sofrimento, da dor, do abandono e do isolamento, facilmente conclui que a morte é desejável.&lt;br /&gt;Cabe-nos a todos nós proporcionar-lhes a possibilidade real de se poderem sentir acarinhadas, desejadas, úteis, libertas mas em vida.&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo daremos oportunidades de escolha, honraremos não só a nossa existência mas também o indivíduo como o único elemento que dá sentido à vida.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida artificial será um penoso caminho até a uma morte também ela artificial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116051629353974212?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116051629353974212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116051629353974212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116051629353974212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116051629353974212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/10/vida-emergente.html' title='Vida emergente'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-116003676259786201</id><published>2006-10-05T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:26:18.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe um cerebro dentro de ti!</title><content type='html'>Crianças mortas na sala de aulas, raptos, abusos sexuais, maus-tratos.&lt;br /&gt;Estes são alguns dos nomes com que a sociedade mistifica a realidade do &lt;strong&gt;TRANSTORNO PSICOLOGICO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Facilmente posso por a violência no saco: &lt;em&gt;sinais dos tempos; anarquismo; fim do mundo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Facilmente posso rotular os produtores da violência como: &lt;em&gt;maus, egoístas; solitários; psicopatas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é que a Doença Mental, o Transtorno Psiquiátrico, o Transtorno Psicológico ou qualquer outro nome, dependem-te da abordagem a aplicar, fazem parte do canto obscuro, e logo, mal compreendido de qualquer sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;É do senso comum se saber qual a função dos rins ou do coração ou mesmo dos pulmões. Mas e do cérebro?&lt;br /&gt;É do senso comum saber a falta que faz o sangue, a água ou mesmo o oxigénio. E os seus efeitos no cérebro? E desequilíbrios nos neurotransmissores?&lt;br /&gt;Também é do senso comum reconhecer que qualquer alteração estrutural no físico pode limitar seriamente a qualidade de vida e desempenho social. E quando essas alterações se encontram no cérebro?&lt;br /&gt;Para a maior parte de nós só o visível é compreensível, logo os comportamentos podem ser analisados bem como as suas consequências, mas as causas ainda são motivo de perplexidade e obscurantismo.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos do nosso cérebro a funcionar bem e em pleno muito antes de nascermos e durante toda a vida, nele existe a mais complexa mistura entre sensibilidade, organização, comando, resistência e adaptação.&lt;br /&gt;Entende-lo é melhorarmos as nossas possibilidades como humanidade, é prevenir a violência absurda, é aceitarmos o ser biológico e complexo que somos em constante mudança e adaptação, dependentes de equilíbrios neurológicos fundamentais mas de fácil ruptura.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um cérebro dentro de ti! Procura-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-116003676259786201?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/116003676259786201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=116003676259786201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116003676259786201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/116003676259786201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/10/existe-um-cerebro-dentro-de-ti.html' title='Existe um cerebro dentro de ti!'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115982575859768685</id><published>2006-10-02T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:49:38.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Império</title><content type='html'>Conquistei um império, mas não vivi o suficiente para conquistar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Genghis Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115982575859768685?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115982575859768685/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115965589946348702</id><published>2006-09-30T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:38:44.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças</title><content type='html'>A cada momento que passa em todo o mundo milhares de crianças são mortas deliberadamente, exploradas física e mentalmente, usadas como ferramentas de trabalho descartável, privadas de comida, educação, família e lar, bem como de qualquer futuro digno de quem nos orgulhamos de chamar “&lt;strong&gt;o melhor do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Que bons exemplos lhes proporcionamos!&lt;br /&gt;Que imagens do mundo lhe transmitimos?&lt;br /&gt;Que possibilidades terão perante uma simples escolha entre o “sim” ou “não”?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje um casal de lésbicas adoptou uma criança, este facto é notícia independentemente de o poder ser bizarro e incomodativo para uns, acto de coragem e emancipatório para outros mas de reflexão obrigatória no geral.&lt;br /&gt;A resposta para todos é de que qualquer criança precisa de referências, estas estão muito para além do desempenho medíocre de papéis seja o de pai ou mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sociedade é uma referência para as crianças, estas esperam que lhes sejam proporcionados ambientes dominados pelo amor, compreensão e justiça.&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena as utilizarmos como arma a favor do preconceito e da incoerência.&lt;br /&gt;Bem afortunada é a criança recebida nos braços de quem a ama, acolhe e estima, independentemente da idade, crença religiosa, condição financeira e orientação sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Não nos esquecemos que “&lt;strong&gt;o melhor do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;” hoje, será o “&lt;strong&gt;mundo melhor de amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115965589946348702?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115965589946348702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115965589946348702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115965589946348702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115965589946348702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/crianas.html' title='Crianças'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115902056952691546</id><published>2006-09-23T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:12:55.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazemos a diferença</title><content type='html'>Nem sempre temos oportunidade de conhecer o indivíduo que está por detrás do presidente mais poderoso do mundo. Bill Clinton numa entrevista ao programa “60 minutos” da CBS, revelou um pouco dessa individualidade, fê-lo de uma forma interessante ao dizer que “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no mundo de hoje é possível alguém dizer ou fazer o que lhe apetecer, mas o verdadeiro poder está na resposta do visado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de o ouvirmos julgamos cumprir com esta ideologia desde sempre, mas não!&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos mais que a tentação, direi mesmo a fatalidade de viver numa constante resposta ao que os outros dizem e fazem, tal transforma-nos em suas constantes vítimas, sem nos apercebermos somos marionetas que se debatem cegamente contra os fios.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal termos a coragem de criar bem dentro da nossa identidade, espaço para um pensamento próprio, capaz de não só reagir ao exterior mas produzir esse exterior de dentro para fora. Assim saberemos com muito mais clarividência quem somos e o que produzimos.&lt;br /&gt;Nós fazemos a diferença, sempre que a desejamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115902056952691546?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115902056952691546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115902056952691546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115902056952691546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115902056952691546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/fazemos-diferena.html' title='Fazemos a diferença'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115897188803417094</id><published>2006-09-23T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:39:20.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavra</title><content type='html'>Oliver Stone na apresentação do seu mais recente filme “World Trade Center” aborda a questão dizendo que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os acontecimentos existem se houver alguém que fale deles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E ele sabe do que está a falar, pois grande parte da sua obra baseia-se no falar e fazer falar usando a palavra da forma mais inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, qualquer um de nós experimenta as palavras de Stone a todo o momento.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos constantemente rodeados pela palavra, desejamos o outro pela palavra, e esperamos ouvir dele as suas palavras no suave encontro das nossas. Quando tal não acontece o diálogo mantém-se mesmo que só dentro de cada um onde continuamos a falar por nós e pelo outro.&lt;br /&gt;Só conseguimos viver recordando, para tal falamos. Vivemos repetindo mais do que actos, palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Como poderíamos distinguir os melhores dos piores momentos da nossa vida sem a emoção aplicada a cada palavra. Até o silêncio com os seus constantes gritos só pode ser descrito pela palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Existimos e acontece-mos através de uma qualquer palavra. Mesmo na morte continuaremos a existir nas palavras de outros.&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer um de nós a simples existência vive dentro da palavra, ela vai permitir-me não só me individualizar afirmando-me no seu domínio mas também, distinguir acontecimentos que julgo merecerem mais, ou nenhumas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115897188803417094?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115897188803417094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115897188803417094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115897188803417094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115897188803417094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/palavra.html' title='Palavra'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115830457711568318</id><published>2006-09-15T08:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:16:25.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopro</title><content type='html'>Sim, o amor é vão&lt;br /&gt;É certo e sabido&lt;br /&gt;Mas então (Porque não)&lt;br /&gt;Porque sopra ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;O sopro do coração&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor é vão&lt;br /&gt;Mera dor mero gozo&lt;br /&gt;Sorvedouro caprichoso&lt;br /&gt;No sopro do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nisto o vento sopra doido&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi do&lt;br /&gt;Corpo no turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;Sopra doido&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi do&lt;br /&gt;Corpo alado&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas do turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;Nisto já nem de ar precisas&lt;br /&gt;Só meras brisas&lt;br /&gt;Raras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corto em dois limão&lt;br /&gt;Chego o ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Ao frescor&lt;br /&gt;Ao barulho&lt;br /&gt;À acidez do mergulho&lt;br /&gt;No sangue do coração&lt;br /&gt;Pulsar em vão&lt;br /&gt;É bem dele&lt;br /&gt;É bem isso&lt;br /&gt;E apesar disso eriça a pele&lt;br /&gt;O sopro do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Clã "O sopro do coração"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115830457711568318?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115752749506159760</id><published>2006-09-06T08:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:25:54.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se ladram</title><content type='html'>Se ladram, é sinal que cavalgamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Cervantes, in "Don Quixote"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115752749506159760?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115752749506159760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115752749506159760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752749506159760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752749506159760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/se-ladram.html' title='Se ladram'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115752739631773894</id><published>2006-09-06T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:23:24.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lights go down, it's dark&lt;br /&gt;The jungle is your head&lt;br /&gt;Can't rule your heart&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so much stron-ger&lt;br /&gt;Than a thought&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are wide&lt;br /&gt;And though your soul&lt;br /&gt;It can't be bought&lt;br /&gt;Your mind can wander&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Except you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night is full of holes&lt;br /&gt;As bullets rip the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of ink with gold&lt;br /&gt;They twinkle as the boys&lt;br /&gt;Play rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;They know that they can't dance&lt;br /&gt;At least they know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't stand the beats&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking for the check&lt;br /&gt;The girl with crimson nails&lt;br /&gt;Has Jesus around her neck&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;But you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;Just give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;And no one gets hurt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;We're at a place called Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;Lights go down, and all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is that you give me something&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love teaching me how&lt;br /&gt;Your love is teaching me how&lt;br /&gt;How to kneel, kneel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: U2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115752739631773894?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115752739631773894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115752739631773894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752739631773894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752739631773894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/vertigo.html' title='Vertigo'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115752689102400745</id><published>2006-09-06T08:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:15:00.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronauta</title><content type='html'>Astronauta tá sentindo falta da Terra?&lt;br /&gt;Que falta que essa Terra te faz?&lt;br /&gt;A gente aqui embaixo continua em guerra&lt;br /&gt;Olhando aí pra lua implorando por paz&lt;br /&gt;Então me diz: por que que você quer voltar?&lt;br /&gt;Você não tá feliz onde você está?&lt;br /&gt;Observando tudo a distância&lt;br /&gt;Vendo como a Terra é pequenininha&lt;br /&gt;Como é grande a nossa ignorância&lt;br /&gt;E como a nossa vida é mesquinha&lt;br /&gt;A gente aqui no bagaço, morrendo de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;De tanto lutar por algum espaço&lt;br /&gt;E você, com todo esse espaço na mão&lt;br /&gt;Querendo voltar aqui pro chão?!&lt;br /&gt;Ah não, meu irmão... qual é a tua?&lt;br /&gt;Que bicho te mordeu aí na lua?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pro mundo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito um motel&lt;br /&gt;Aonde os deuses e deusas&lt;br /&gt;Se abraçam e beijam no céu&lt;br /&gt;Ah não, meu irmão... qual é a tua?&lt;br /&gt;Que bicho te mordeu aí na lua?&lt;br /&gt;Fica por aí que é o melhor que cê faz&lt;br /&gt;A vida por aqui tá difícil demais&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no mundo, o negócio tá feio&lt;br /&gt;Tá todo mundo feito cego em tiroteio&lt;br /&gt;Olhando pro alto, procurando a salvação&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos uma orientação&lt;br /&gt;Você já tá perto de Deus, astronautaEntão, me promete&lt;br /&gt;Que pergunta pra ele as respostas&lt;br /&gt;De todas as perguntas e me manda pela internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto progresso que eu pareço criança&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida de internauta me cansa&lt;br /&gt;Astronauta, cê volta e me deixa dar uma volta na nave, passa a chave que eu tô de mudança&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem-vindo, faça o favor&lt;br /&gt;E toma conta do meu computador&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tô de mala pronta, tô de partida&lt;br /&gt;E a passagem é só de ida&lt;br /&gt;Tô preparado pra decolagem, vou seguir viagem, vou me desconectar&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu já tô de saco cheio e não quero receber nenhum e-mail com notícia dessa merda de lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pra longe, onde não exista gravidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra me livrar do peso da responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;De viver nesse planeta doente&lt;br /&gt;E ter que achar a cura da cabeça e do coração da gente&lt;br /&gt;Chega de loucura, chega de tortura&lt;br /&gt;Talvez aí no espaço eu ache alguma criatura inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tem muita gente, mas eu só encontro solidão&lt;br /&gt;Ódio, mentira, ambição&lt;br /&gt;Estrela por aí é o que não falta, astronauta&lt;br /&gt;A Terra é um planeta em extinção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By; Gabriel O Pensador/Lulu Santos, in "Nádegas a declarar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115752689102400745?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115752689102400745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115752689102400745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752689102400745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752689102400745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/astronauta.html' title='Astronauta'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115752197692631721</id><published>2006-09-06T06:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:53:09.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir além</title><content type='html'>Tantas vezes pensamos ter chegado. Tantas vezes precisamos ir além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115752197692631721?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115752197692631721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115752197692631721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752197692631721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115752197692631721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/ir-alm.html' title='Ir além'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115735558087759723</id><published>2006-09-04T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:39:49.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perder?</title><content type='html'>O resultado indica que perdi, mas não diz o que ganhei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Andre Agassi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115735558087759723?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115735558087759723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115735558087759723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115735558087759723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115735558087759723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/09/perder.html' title='Perder?'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115661156053930561</id><published>2006-08-26T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:59:04.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amo e senhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sendo um caso insólito no nosso mundo, eis que o horror se torna banal!&lt;br /&gt;Natascha Kampusch aos 10 anos e no auge da sua inocência é obrigada por Wolfgang Priklopil a entrar no seu carro, sobre ameaça vive dentro de um buraco escuro, obrigada a ser sua escrava, trata-o diariamente por “&lt;em&gt;meu amo e senhor&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Oito anos depois, após fuga de Natascha, Wolfgang ao ser descoberto comete suicídio.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que o meu coração está com esta rapariga que não teve durante todos estes 8 anos direito a uma vida, mas incrivelmente ao fugir reclamou essa vida que 18 anos antes tinha iniciado com um forte choro!&lt;br /&gt;Natascha Kampusch recusou-se a aceitar um destino imposto, uma vida que não era a dela, um sono sem sonho, mesmo sem pesadelos! (nem sei o que se poderá considerar um pesadelo para ela?)&lt;br /&gt;Mas a minha racionalidade encontra-se com Wolfgang Priklopil, referido pelos seus vizinhos como calmo e educado, pois claro!&lt;br /&gt;Este homem apodera-se de uma jovem que sabe ser: inocente, pura e imaculada em tudo o que ele poderia desejar, enquanto pode sugou como vampiro toda a identidade até ao mais ínfimo pormenor da personalidade de Natascha.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela, Wolfgang seria uma personagem oca, sem a capacidade de ser santo ou demónio, incapaz de se reconhecer num simples sentimento e esboçar a mais nobre das emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem também viva dentro de um buraco negro muito parecido com o de Natascha, dominado, forçado, guiado, obrigado e despojada de qualquer acto que não seja o de respirar as espinhosas palavras “&lt;em&gt;meu amo e senhor&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás desta subjugação encontra-se sempre alguém que também é oco como Wolfgang, que vive do roubo de sentimentos, que exige ser o único mundo dos outros, que não soube criar a sua própria individualidade, aceitar o outro como alguém livre de viver e amar.&lt;br /&gt;Para estes Natascha Kampusch indicou o caminho em que a alma arrasta o corpo e ambos encontram a liberdade, a vida e o amor partilhado, a escolha das palavras e gestos, a saudável partilha em qualquer relação que é aceitar o outro fora de nós!&lt;br /&gt;Para trás fica o opressor, que sozinho terá de escolher entre ser anjo ou demónio, para nós ambas as escolhas serão ilusórias pois naquele buraco negro existirá só ele!&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar tão grande para coisa nenhuma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115661156053930561?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115546126330426362</id><published>2006-08-13T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:30:12.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saída cobarde</title><content type='html'>A guerra é a saída cobarde para os problemas da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Thomas Mann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115546126330426362?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115546126330426362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115546126330426362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115546101820854718?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115546101820854718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115546101820854718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115546101820854718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115546101820854718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/08/punhos-cerrados.html' title='Punhos cerrados'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115505712788062704</id><published>2006-08-08T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:12:20.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>O amor nasce de quase nada e morre de quase tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Júlio Dantas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115505712788062704?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115505712788062704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Idiotas</title><content type='html'>Infelizmente percebo melhor o horror da guerra que a hipocrisia da paz!&lt;br /&gt;4 capacetes azuis foram mortos no Líbano, 4 soldados desarmados prontos para a paz foram mortos!&lt;br /&gt;Mortos depois de 10 telefonemas a avisar da sua posição no terreno!&lt;br /&gt;Nada o impediu!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, a ONU vem dizer que os países não se entendem quanto às palavras a utilizar para condenar tal acto.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabemos que serão palavras igual a muitas outras do passado, ditas em alguns segundos, soando a dever cumprido, sem nunca encararem nos olhos os responsáveis, sem nunca valorizarem a coragem, bravura e determinação dos que contra tudo lutam, mesmo contra a guerra!&lt;br /&gt;Senhores da ONU!&lt;br /&gt;Senhores do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Senhores ricos e poderosos não somente pela guerra mas também pelo genocídio cego e impune!&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-se de palavras!&lt;br /&gt;Ofereçam também a vossa vida pela paz!&lt;br /&gt;Esta só existirá se estivermos dispostos a morrer por ela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: p-albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115403486320810396?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115403486320810396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115403486320810396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115403486320810396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115403486320810396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiotas.html' title='Idiotas'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115381315570270108</id><published>2006-07-25T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:39:23.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Real not fantasy</title><content type='html'>You can always trust your inner feelings&lt;br /&gt;'cause they always tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Where did it get you, then your analyzing&lt;br /&gt;Just do what feels right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take life as a crazy gamble&lt;br /&gt;Throw your dice take your chance&lt;br /&gt;You will see it from the different angle&lt;br /&gt;And you too can join the dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it real not fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have a secret yearning&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it could come true&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to set wheels turning&lt;br /&gt;To open up your life for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know there's always good and evil&lt;br /&gt;Make your choice don't be blind&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind and don't be trivial&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole new world to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Scorpions "Make it real" in Animal Magnetism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115381315570270108?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115381315570270108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115381315570270108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115381315570270108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115381315570270108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-not-fantasy.html' title='Real not fantasy'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115363620687309211</id><published>2006-07-23T07:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:30:20.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como animais envelhecidos</title><content type='html'>Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver,&lt;br /&gt;gastos, como animais envelhecidos:&lt;br /&gt;se alguém chama por nós não respondemos,&lt;br /&gt;se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos,&lt;br /&gt;como frutos de sombra sem sabor,&lt;br /&gt;vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Eugénio de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115363620687309211?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115363620687309211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115363620687309211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115363620687309211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115363620687309211'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115350114830153970?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115350114830153970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115350114830153970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115350114830153970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115350114830153970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/pouco-ou-nada.html' title='Pouco ou Nada'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115329385275167289</id><published>2006-07-19T08:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T08:27:51.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem?</title><content type='html'>Who's gonna tell&lt;br /&gt;you when&lt;br /&gt;It's too late?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna tell you things&lt;br /&gt;Aren't so great?&lt;br /&gt;You can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking nothing's wrong…&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna pick you up&lt;br /&gt;When you fall? Who's gonna hang it up&lt;br /&gt;When you call?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna pay attention&lt;br /&gt;To your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna plug their ears&lt;br /&gt;When you scream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking nothing's wrong…&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna hold you down&lt;br /&gt;When you shake?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna come around&lt;br /&gt;When you break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking nothing's wrong…&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: The Cars in, Drive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115329385275167289?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115329385275167289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115329385275167289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115329385275167289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115329385275167289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/quem.html' title='Quem?'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115260248338027743</id><published>2006-07-11T08:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:21:32.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A culpa é da vontade</title><content type='html'>a culpa não é do sol&lt;br /&gt;se o meu corpo se queimar&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenho de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a culpa não é da praia&lt;br /&gt;se o meu corpo se ferir&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenho de te sentir&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade que vive dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e só morre com a idade&lt;br /&gt;com a idade do meu fim&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a culpa não é do mar&lt;br /&gt;se o meu olhar se perder&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenho de te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a culpa não é do vento&lt;br /&gt;se a minha voz se calar&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é do lamento&lt;br /&gt;que suporta o meu cantar&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade que vive dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e só morre com a idade&lt;br /&gt;com a idade do meu fim&lt;br /&gt;a culpa é da vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: António Variações, in inédito&lt;br /&gt;gravado no álbum tu aqui&lt;br /&gt;lena d’água, 89&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115260248338027743?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115260248338027743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115260248338027743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115260248338027743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115260248338027743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/culpa-da-vontade.html' title='A culpa é da vontade'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115217663262499490</id><published>2006-07-06T10:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:03:58.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade maior</title><content type='html'>Verdade maior. É o que a vida me ensinou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: João Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115217663262499490?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115217663262499490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115217663262499490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115217663262499490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115217663262499490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/verdade-maior.html' title='Verdade maior'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115217649349356325</id><published>2006-07-06T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:01:42.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutar</title><content type='html'>Lutar sempre pela igualdade sempre que as diferenças nos descriminem.&lt;br /&gt;Lutar sempre pelas diferenças sempre que a igualdade nos descaracterize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Boaventura de Sousa Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115217649349356325?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115217649349356325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115217649349356325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115217649349356325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115217649349356325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/lutar.html' title='Lutar'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115200262713040503</id><published>2006-07-04T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:43:59.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou além</title><content type='html'>Não consigo dominar&lt;br /&gt;Este estado de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;A pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;P’ra não chegar tarde&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de que é que eu fujo&lt;br /&gt;Será desta solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque é que eu recuso&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer dar-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar a quem eu me quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta insatisfação&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esta sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que estou a perder&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pressa de sair&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir ao chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de partir&lt;br /&gt;P’ra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar o meu mundo, o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: António Variações (letra e música) in (gravado no álbum lena d’água&lt;br /&gt;aguaceiro, em 1987)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115200262713040503?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115200262713040503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115200262713040503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115200262713040503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115200262713040503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/07/estou-alm.html' title='Estou além'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115165157128465756</id><published>2006-06-30T08:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:12:57.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio</title><content type='html'>Corre um rio para o mar&lt;br /&gt;E há um prenúncio de morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as teias que vidram nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;Esperam um barco parecido com elas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: GNR in “Pronuncia do norte”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115165157128465756?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115165157128465756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115165157128465756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115165157128465756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115165157128465756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/rio.html' title='Rio'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115165085292298350</id><published>2006-06-30T07:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:01:00.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestida de preto</title><content type='html'>Quando vestida de preto&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um beijo seco&lt;br /&gt;Prevejo meu fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Chico Buarque in "Ela faz cinema"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115165085292298350?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115165085292298350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115165085292298350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115165085292298350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115165085292298350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/vestida-de-preto.html' title='Vestida de preto'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115156711991143108</id><published>2006-06-29T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:45:27.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Liberdade nunca é real</title><content type='html'>Se examinarmos um indivíduo isolado sem o relacionarmos com o que o rodeia, todos os seus actos nos parecem livres.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se virmos a mínima relação entre esse homem e o quanto o rodeia, as suas relações com o homem que lhe fala, com o livro que lê, com o trabalho que faz, inclusivamente com o ar que respira ou com a luz que banha os objectos à sua roda, verificamos que cada uma dessas circunstâncias exerce influência sobre ele e o guia, pelo menos, uma parte da sua actividade.&lt;br /&gt;E quantas mais influências destas observamos mais diminui a ideia que fazemos da sua liberdade, aumentando a ideia que fazemos da necessidade a que está submetido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Leon Tolstoi, in 'Guerra e Paz'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115156711991143108?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115156711991143108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115156711991143108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115156711991143108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115156711991143108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/liberdade-nunca-real.html' title='A Liberdade nunca é real'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115037757347909309</id><published>2006-06-15T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:19:50.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste nada</title><content type='html'>Neste nada cabe tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: João Cutileiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115037757347909309?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115037757347909309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115037757347909309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115037757347909309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/115037757347909309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/neste-nada.html' title='Neste nada'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115023561266951903</id><published>2006-06-13T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:55:00.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fábrica do futuro</title><content type='html'>A fábrica do futuro terá apenas dois operários:&lt;br /&gt;Um homem e um cão.&lt;br /&gt;A função do homem será alimentar o cão, e a do cão será não deixar o homem tocar nas máquinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Walter Block - Autor de Defending the Undefendable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115023561266951903?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-115000988392833539</id><published>2006-06-11T08:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:11:39.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perigo</title><content type='html'>A minha mente é um local perigoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: James Hetfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-115000988392833539?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/115000988392833539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=115000988392833539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114958380618308742?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/114958380618308742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=114958380618308742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114958380618308742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114958380618308742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/triunfo-da-vida.html' title='Triunfo da vida'/><author><name>Paulo 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Existência do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. A causa do sofrimento: o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. A extinção do sofrimento: anular o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. O caminho que leva à extinção do sofrimento: pratica do óctuplo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Prática do óculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Visão correcta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Pensamento correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Fala correcta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Acção correcta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Meio de vida correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Esforço correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Atenção correcta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Meditação correcta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By: Siddharta Gautama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114958182357594844?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/114958182357594844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=114958182357594844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114958182357594844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114958182357594844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-nobres-verdades.html' title='4 nobres verdades'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-114847407443624198</id><published>2006-05-24T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:34:47.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen</title><content type='html'>Qual o som de uma só mão a bater pálmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Frase Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114847407443624198?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Beatrice Ayer (Mulher do General George Smith Patton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114815431022384008?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/114815431022384008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=114815431022384008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114815431022384008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114815431022384008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-sei-quanto-tempo.html' title='Não sei quanto tempo'/><author><name>Paulo 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-114572297321905141</id><published>2006-04-22T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:23:19.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguagem</title><content type='html'>Talvez possamos fazer da linguagem um impedimento total ao entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes por Bill Watterson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114572297321905141?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/114572297321905141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=114572297321905141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114572297321905141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114572297321905141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/04/linguagem.html' title='Linguagem'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-114501490618475689</id><published>2006-04-14T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:41:59.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>Tudo cai! Tudo tomba! DerrocadaPavorosa!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde era dantes.&lt;br /&gt;Meu solar, meus palácios, meus mirantes!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de nada, Deus, não sei de nada!...&lt;br /&gt;Passa em tropel febril a cavalgada&lt;br /&gt;Das paixões e loucuras triunfantes!&lt;br /&gt;Rasgam-se as sedas, quebram-se os diamantes!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada, Deus, não tenho nada!...&lt;br /&gt;Pesadelos de insônia, ébrios de anseio!&lt;br /&gt;Loucura de esboçar-se, a enegrecer&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais as trevas do meu seio!&lt;br /&gt;Ó pavoroso mal de ser sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;Ó pavoroso e atroz mal de trazer&lt;br /&gt;Tantas almas a rir dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Florbela Espanca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11555080-114501490618475689?l=p-albuquerque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/feeds/114501490618475689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11555080&amp;postID=114501490618475689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114501490618475689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11555080/posts/default/114501490618475689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p-albuquerque.blogspot.com/2006/04/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Paulo Albuquerque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12597529988652017928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555080.post-114492424084314416</id><published>2006-04-13T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:30:53.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons e maus</title><content type='html'>O que me preocupa não é o grito dos maus. 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